The Rejected True Heiress (Liora and Callum) novel Chapter 341

Technically, there was a possibility that I was the catalyst for that breakup. I could still feel Callum’s touch on my skin now, days later. It was very likely that, at the very least, he had felt guilty over what happened and finally fessed up to it.

I hated that the idea almost made my heart flutter with a feeling of excitement.

As if I actually fucking wanted Callum to appear from around a bookshelf and kiss me again. As if I wanted him to tell me that he and Bianca were done and that he loved me, title or not.

Maybe a part of me did want that. But the logical part refused to even entertain such a notion.

Instead, it was Zane who appeared through the bookshelf as I pulled a book down. His face popped into view, making me gasp, pressing my hand to my chest.

“Gods, Zane—”

“So.” He folded his arms on the shelf, propping his chin on them, and looked at me. “I heard there’s trouble in Callum-and-Biancaland.”

I rolled my eyes, huffed, and put the book back on the shelf. I walked away, but Zane hurried around the stack and stepped in my path before I could get far.

“You’re not happy?” he whispered. He placed his hand on the shelf next to us, effectively blocking me from walking around him. “I thought you’d be thrilled that they’re finally. You know.” He made a cutting motion across his neck with his free hand and stuck his tongue out like he was dead.

“I really don’t give a shit, Zane.” I ducked under his arm and grabbed my bag off the nearby table.

“Oh, is it ‘cuz you told Bianca you love me?”

“That was… a spur of the moment thing,” I muttered.

I could feel Zane’s grin burning into the side of my head as he fell into step beside me. But I ignored him, pushing the library door open and walking out into the hall.

“You know, Princess,” he said, draping his arm around my shoulders, “if I knew you really felt that way about me, then…”

“Dad? Dad??”

No response for a moment.

Then: “Sorry, dear. I was just talking to Belinda, and she believes that you should come home as soon as you can. It will be easier if we explain everything in person.”

I blinked as the mindlink cut off, confused by that statement. Why was my father consulting with the new witch, of all people, about personal matters not involving my mother?

And most of all, why was he saying “we”, as if she was involved in any way?

Either way, my father’s mindlink concerned me. If he thought it was important enough for me to drive all the way home to talk about it, then I supposed it was serious.

I just hoped it wasn’t anything that might make me miss my exam tomorrow.